The streets of Vaelenor were cloaked in an eerie silence as Amara, Kirin, and Morgana made their way back to the council chambers. The information they had gathered weighed heavily on their minds, and the impending confrontation at the old temple ruins loomed like a storm on the horizon. The trio moved swiftly, their footsteps echoing against the cobbled streets, each of them lost in their thoughts as they prepared for what was to come.
Amara's heart pounded in her chest, not from the physical exertion but from the gravity of the situation. She had felt the dark presence of the ancient magic that bound the sect, and the whispers of forgotten oaths had grown louder in her mind. The old temple ruins were more than just a gathering place for the sect—they were a site where powerful forces lay dormant, waiting to be reawakened.
